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 Posted: Sat Jan 14, 2017 9:45 pm
Phoenixfire saw her covering up with each strike so any thought that she might soon retaliate had been immediately erased from her mind. Talia was weak and she had expected to continue freely capitalizing on the upper hand she had before she found all of that work falling down just as she did, head bouncing on the mat as she landed.
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Posted: Sat Jan 14, 2017 9:54 pm
Talia flipped herself over, and slowly climbed into the mount position on Phoenixfire. She would attempt,from there, to grip her hair in both hands, and slam her her head into the canvas. if it was successful she would do it a second,and then a third time. She was still slower then usual,but she was putting everything she could into this.
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Posted: Sat Jan 14, 2017 10:02 pm
Phoenix was still blinking the confusion out of her eyes when she felt Talia roll over onto her. She had begun to try to claw at her arms when Talia forcefully slammed her head into the mat once, twice, thrice... worsening the legend's vertigo with each impact. Phoenixfire sent her arms sprawling forward in search of anywhere to anchor her fingers before trying to roll and flip Talia back onto the mat, intending to grab her hair at the roots and work the weakness she had opened up with a series of solid shots to Talia's head.
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Posted: Sat Jan 14, 2017 10:10 pm
Surprised by the first several punches,and the roll-over, Talia would be hit several times before she managed to bring her hands up to block
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Posted: Sat Jan 14, 2017 10:33 pm
Phoenixfire's punches got progressively more forceful until she began to lose steam and her timing became off, creating just the right opportunity for her to catch Talia's hands blocking her fist.
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Posted: Sun Jan 15, 2017 6:35 am
Ten!
Nine!
Eight!
Seven!
Six!
Five!
Four!
Three!
Two!
One!
BZZZZZZZZZZZZT!!!
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"IT'S AN OMEN!" As Salem Croft's video package flashed up onto the screen, the beat made famous by The Prodigy would drop in to the accompaniment of a lightning bolt hitting the top of the titantron. In grand spectacle, the electricity arced down the frame of the screen, creating a bright flash that heralded sparks which rained down from the bottom of the screen onto the stage below. Sprinting through the curtain, the man formerly called "The Copperhead" beelined down the ramp, unfazed by the audience or electric discharge, moving like a bronzed blur towards ringside. JR: "Oh, boy - and the "Double Deuce" is the 22nd entrant in the 2017 Royal Rumble! After that twisted encounter with Cyrus Darke earlier this evening, one wonders where Salem's mind might be in his first Rumble appearance!"As Salem reached the bottom of the ramp, he suddenly hooked to the side, avoiding the apron and instead angling to circle around the ring, slowing just a little as he came up to someone lying prone on the ringside mats. His combat boots thudded with each step, black jeans soaking in the spotlight while he clenched his taped fists, still stained with blood from his prior engagement earlier in the evening. King: "JR, I don't even think HE knows where his mind is at right now! Look, he's not even getting into the RING! Earth to Salem!!! Anyone home?!"JR: "Oh, no...is that-?!"Crouching over the limp, motionless form of Cartwright following his rough booting from the ring, Salem would reach down and grasp at a handful of the Englishman's hair, lifting the lad's head to look down at him with a wicked snarl, his tone toxic as rattler venom as he spoke. "Hey, Carty boy. Remember me?!" he snapped, looking to emphasize the statement by slamming the gentleman's face into the padded concrete, much to the chagrin of the crowd! Cartwright 200th post! Let's RUMBLE, Carty! 😈
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Posted: Sun Jan 15, 2017 10:19 am
The ferociousness of Phoenixfire's aggressive attack peaked Miss E's attention and she crouched with elbows resting on knees, watching.
Ignoring the countdown, it was the reveal of who, turned her attention.
Miss E looked. Miss E stood.
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Posted: Sun Jan 15, 2017 10:51 am
Wild-Eye Sky Ya wanna go?! Let's go! Come at me! I'll batter ya! twisted Owowow! Hands off the hair, you psychotic Native American noob! Cartwright just about recognizes Salem's face, it's been a long time since Salem has had the guts to show himself around The Extraordinary Englishman. How typical of him to finally find Cartwright, after other wrestlers have done the hard work for him. Before Cartwright can fire-back some sort of vaguely witty and humorous response, Salem has slammed Cartwright's face into the floor, which isn't going to help him win over the fans one bit!
JR: "It looks like Salem has some unfinished business with The Lad! I remember a time when they planned to be a tag team but Salem did a disappearing act! Shouldn't it be Cartwright who is the angry one of the two?!"
King: "Shut your face, JR! You clearly haven't been reading the WWFG show reviews! If I was Salem, this would be the start of a world of hurt for that wannabe Julian Assange truth teller!"
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Posted: Sun Jan 15, 2017 11:08 am
Cartwright It's on like Donkey Kong with Church and Chong! With the pandemonium that was the Royal Rumble match, not everyone noticed Salem slamming Cartwright's cranium into the padded concrete, mostly people within eyeshot booing and jeering the deed. But Salem could care less - something about the smug Brit got Salem's blood boiling every time they crossed paths, and at the present moment main-eventing Wrestlemania was the furthest thing from Croft's mind! Coming down with a case of tunnel vision, Salem would snatch Cartwright by his right wrist and bend it at the elbow, flattening his palm to the floor before stopping down onto the joint, looking to hyperextend everything from the shoulder down in the process!
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Posted: Sun Jan 15, 2017 12:03 pm
Wild-Eye Sky Don't you get preachy with me! =) This Salem has clearly suffered more brain damage from his concussion than anyone could have imagined as he suddenly decides to start some technical wrestling, twisting Cartwright's right wrist and elbow into an unnatural position. Cartwright isn't enjoying this and attempts to throw Salem off him with an arm drag into the barricade, using his environment to his advantage!
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Posted: Sun Jan 15, 2017 12:25 pm
Cartwright Wouldn't dream of it! My words would fall short of your DEAF HEATHEN EARS! 😈 Salem was preoccupied with twisting Cart's wrist, trying to get it positioned juuust right to inflict the most ligament damage with his stomp, but Croft was caught by surprise by some quick thinking from the quirky chap! With a sudden flick of his wrist, Cart caught Salem by the hand and used his weight and strength to drag him downward, throwing him off-balance and shoulder first into the nearby barricade! JR: "And Cartwright's fighting back! Cartwright isn't going to take this assault lying down, pardon my pun! He's still got wind in his sails!" King: "Oh, no! Salem went shoulder-first into the barricade! Somebody help him!"
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Posted: Sun Jan 15, 2017 12:42 pm
Wild-Eye Sky Good! You know better than to attempt your MUMBO JUMBO MIND CONTROL techniques on me! =) Cartwright knows how important it is to keep your limbs healthy during a match at the best of times, but in The Royal Rumble he's going to need all the energy and power he can get to try and eliminate the heavyweights involved. It looks like Salem just received some of his own medicine as his shoulder hit the barricade with a thud! Cartwright crawls towards the evil casino owner and looks to strike him back with a flurry of rights to the face.
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Posted: Sun Jan 15, 2017 12:59 pm
Cartwright C'mon, Carty! Take the RED PILL! Let me take you down the RABBIT HOLE! *rimshot* DOUBLE JOKE COMBO! JOKE MULTIPLIER x2!!! Salem had lost balance before hitting the barricade, tripping to the padded cement below! Croft struggled to get back up but was caught off-guard by the swift strikes by the sprawled out gentleman clawing onto him! The thump of Cart's fist against the side of his head made Salem go limp, lying on his back under the Brit as the flurry of strikes rained down on him! What sounded like a cough became a chuckle, Salem starting to laugh and stare up in a daze as blood started trickling from a cut on the inside of his bottom lip! JR: "Bah Gawd! I think Cartwright is beating that young man senseless!" King: "He didn't have much left to begin with, Cartwright! SPARE HIM!"
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Posted: Sun Jan 15, 2017 1:05 pm
Wild-Eye Sky Maybe I prefer blue pills! Maybe I'm a Tory! Maybe I've seen too many cringe compilations! Quit misusing my politics! =) Cartwright is having too much fun punching away at the face of this OG Yankie-Doodle! Is it a very gentlemanly thing to do, to attack someone's head when the gentleman knows that that someone has had a concussion? Nah, the dude is having a laff right now, that just means he ain't being punched hard enough! Cartwright tries to mount Salem MMA style so that he can strike Salem's face with multiple lefts and rights, raining down the pain.
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Posted: Sun Jan 15, 2017 1:17 pm
Cartwright You're right! Misusing politics is what the Russians are for! 😜 Salem kept laughing, but it became difficult, gasping for breath as the waves of pain tore through his body with every thump against his skull. He could almost feel his brain rattling, the constant blows both numbing him and alerting him to what was going on. His eyes fluttered a little bit, coughing blood up onto his face as it started pouring more profusely from his mouth, now threatening to drown him if he didn't expel it. Yes, yes! This was it, THIS was the feeling he was searching for! The primal urge to live, the unyielding resolve in the wake of pain, it was suffering like this that made life truly exquisite to Salem, these days. It woke him up inside, the struggle...it made him feel more alive than he ever had chasing belts or fake. This feeling, it was liberating in a way he couldn't express but through violence. And he wanted to share the sensation so badly... With a sudden roar, Salem would summon up a lion's strength and throw Cartwright off, pulling him down and into a roll so Croft could return the favor and posture up on the peculiar chap! Smiling down at the man with crimson teeth, Salem would drool blood and spray it as he laughed, raining blood and blows as he sought to hit Cart with some haymakers of his own!
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